It was their first day of school. Pictures had been taken in front of the house with new backpacks being held by excited and nervous hands.
We said a prayer and then walked them to their classroom.
A little over a week before I had taken quite a fall which resulted in a traumatic brain injury. My legs were still wobbly, I needed help to walk and mentally I was in a dense fog.
Yet, my Momma’s heart beat wild and fierce at the thought of my babies reaching this milestone.
I had concerns as many parents do when their kiddos take such big leap with such little legs.
Would they be scared?
Would they be liked by peers? Would the staff be kind to them? Would they understand the curriculum?
Who would show love to them throughout a long 7 hour day? Would they test well?
Would they still laugh a million times a day?
Would they miss me?
Would they know they are amazing?
That first day, I saw the girls relax the moment they got to their classroom. The smiles were from ear to ear. The look they gave their teachers was one of adoration. My heart began to calm.
Here we are at the end of the school year, and I am overwhelmed with gratitude.
I found over this year that there are many kind, generous and caring souls that are intertwined into the fabric of our lives now.
Thank you for always having a smile for my little one.
Thank you for telling her she did a great job!
Thank you for caring enough to call me and talk when needed.
Thank you for teaching on days when you didn’t want to be there because your own heart was heavy.
Thank you for making my girl think she is your favorite.
Thank you for pushing them to do better and doing a happy dance when they accomplished a tough goal.
Thank you for showing her how to paint, to sing with vibrato, to hurdle, to work on pronunciation, to write her name, to sing in Spanish, to navigate a computer, to talk about feelings and to be independent.
We know you get tired.
You may have had a rough past year, yet you still smiled at the innocent faces walking through the door each day.
Most of all, thank you for loving my girls and all of the other little scholars.
You do, you know.
We can tell.